Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CONVOY, by ELIZABETH SEWELL HILL First Line: The smoke hung low on the sand-duned shore Last Line: Sound four? Subject(s): Disasters; Ferry Boats; Sea; Shipwrecks; Ocean | ||||||||
The smoke hung low on the sand-duned shore And mist-bound tide; No sun was there as the daylight wore Nor light to guide, And the lake lay hushed where the grain fleet bore At eventide. Signals sounded far out at sea Thro' the merciless greys; Foghorns bayed back lustily Over truant ways But safety rode on that onetwothree! And lengthened days. The big barge forged on till the clamor stilled Out of widening greys, And only the far-off echoes spilled Thro' the silences, While the blind stars, safe in their courses, willed Down the distances. The Point juts far in its final throe Toward the evening star; And shallows spread wide ere the sea breaks snow On the outer bar. (It is three blasts for warning, and four blasts for woe- oS the signals are.) 'Twas double the ferry loomed, gliding in to The lights of the town; And double the lights ranged the waiting slip thro' Where the moorings drown; And the pattern dissolves to be fashioned anew, Looking down. The big ferry turned at the outer bar, Swinging wide to sea, Steaming into the south, calling long, sounding far, Sending "Onetwothree!" To the sister ship where the shallows are, Looming fixedly. A message sounding far out at sea As the long night wore; A summons, sounding incessantly, Sounding close inshore; And out of the mists it was"Onetwothree!" And back from the shallows"Four!" But 'twas blind thro' the greys of the starless sea, While the long hours wore, The big ferry sounded insistently, Edging close inshore, Sounded "Comingcomingcoming!" So"Onetwothree!" And nearer the answer"Four!" Now Danger, drunken with 'larums at sea, On even keel Skirts in toward the hulk looming heavily, While the cables reel Down the bar's long side, breathing sleepily, As the shadows steal And it's "Hand across!" and the barge breaks free Under straining wheel. And it's double the lights on the homeward way, Gleaming mistily; Throb answering throb thro' the melting greys, Humming drowsily; While hearthfires beckon, and bounteous days Bend luringly. So, slow and slowerthere the breakers creep And dumb To the lamp's great heart, past the span's far leap They come Down the ranging lights where the moorings sleep, Safe home! Dear heart, if someday, somewhere, in the greys Of life's further sea, While the signals clamor down lengthened days Hoarse minstrelsy, As I grope toward the star, seeking sun-kissed bays Or shallows be, Or the signal sound over truant ways, Will you come to me? Should the mists spreading far, grow strangely chill And dumb, While the changing wheel, half round, strains still And numb, And the bar, breast on, down the silence spills, Will you come? If out in the winding, wearying pall The signal score, Or in where the lamp's blurred message falls, Sounding close inshore My friend, shall you answer should my soul's call Sound four? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALL OF OCEAN LIFE by JOHN HOLLANDER JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE FIGUREHEAD by LEONIE ADAMS COMING HOME by ELIZABETH SEWELL HILL |
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